Two words that can spark dread and dismissal or evoke a deep response of anticipation and acceptance.
I vacillate somewhere between the two responses, knowing in my head that silence and solitude are helpful for me to choose from time to time just like the slack tide in the river that momentarily ceases its ebb and flow.
This year of COVID-19 created a ‘slack tide’ season that once accepted, became helpful. I’ve noticed the value of quality time, listening and enjoying connecting with family and friends. I’ve noticed a greater awareness of the inner life, what motivates, inspires, frightens or hinders me.
I’ve noticed a growing acceptance and love for others. I no longer require them to always understand, or agree with me, or even be like me.
I’ve noticed a deeper faith in an unchanging good God who speaks gently into my life with patient wisdom.
How has this season impacted you? Have you observed changes within, priorities shifting, relationships deepening? Have you found new ways to engage in the beauty of silence and solitude as a means of bringing balance to the strong currents defining life?
A friend has enjoyed additional time of solitude in the garden, planting, pruning, tending, watering. Another friend has enjoyed the time of silence while knitting, sitting in a chair looking at the ever changing sky as she quietly prays for her family. For me it has been writing and photography as I have soaked into the natural beauty of my home state.
This has been a season of ‘unforgetting’, finding new strength, purpose and hope. How has it been for you?
The journey of unforgetting
I forgot I love to play the flute, breathing, creating, flowing, soaring.
I forgot I love being in the music.
I forgot I love the simple pleasure of following a mountain ridge with my eye and noticing every curve, buttress, cliff and fold.
I forgot I love noticing the moment.
I forgot I love the warmth of a fire on my face as I wrap my hands around a warm cup of tea.
I forgot I love being comforted.
I forgot I love the sun shining through a window on a beautiful vase of flowers, revealing shimmering colour and curves of amazing design.
I forgot I love beauty.
I forgot I love watching a farmer on his motorbike with his working dog chasing, herding, delighting in being together, taking a moment for an affectionate pat and wag of tail.
I forgot I love being appreciated for my work.
I forgot how green the grass, how deep blue the mountains, how vibrant the golden hour at end of day
I forgot the power of choosing silence and solitude
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